Be Sharps: Baby on board, how I adore That sign on my car’s windowpane Bounce in my step Loaded with pep ‘Cause I’m drivin’ in the carpool lane.Call me a square Friend, I don’t care That little yellow sign can’t be ignored I’m telling you it’s mighty nice Each trip’s a trip to paradise With my baby on board.

Все: One! chorus line of people Dancing till they make us stopВилли: Two!Все: Many dancing people Covered with blood, gore and glop.Just one sniff of that fog and you’re inside out It’s worse than that flesh-eating virus you’ve read about Vital organs, they are what we’re dressed in The family dog is eyeing Bart’s intestine Happy Halloween!

Шери: If there’s a task that must be done Don’t turn your tail and run Don’t pout, don’t sob Just do a half-assed job!If… you… cut every corner It is really not so bad Everybody does it Even mom and dad If nobody sees it Then nobody gets madБарт: It’s the American way!Шери: The policeman on the beat Needs some time to rest his feetВиггам: Fighting crime is not my cup of tea!Шери: And the clerk who runs the store Can charge a little more For meat!Апу: For meat!Шери: And milk!Апу: And milk! Both: From 1984!Шери: If… you… cut every corner You’ll have more time for playВсе: It’s the American way!

Рэйчел: In a motel room in Delacroix I was drinking like a Dartsmouth boy and thinkin’ ’bout the wrong turns that I took Well I woke up on the puke green floor and opened up a dresser drawer lookin’ for a bottle but instead I found a book.A book about a man a book about the dude who lives above A book about a man who drives a pickup full of sweet, sweet love.Now if you think he doesn’t care or maybe that he isn’t there it’s not too late to see how wrong you are So when your soul has gone astray just let God be your triple-A he’ll tow you to salvation and he’ll overhaul your heart!

Party Posse: Party Posse, we rule the Earth The greatest band, since music’s birth!Milhouse: We love to sweat, and we love to singNelson: We’re real funky, but not threateningRalph: We’re the best band in the worldBart: But we’d give it all up for that special girl! Party Posse: You’re my special girlNelson: Special girl!Party Posse: You’re my special girlNelson: Only you!

Bart: I saw you last night at the spelling beeMilhouse: I knew right then that it was L-U-VNelson: I gotta spell out what you mean to meRalph: Cause I can no longer be a silent «G». Party Posse: I’ve gotta spell outRalph: I’ve gotta spell outParty Posse: I’ve gotta spell out what you mean to meRalph: What you mean to me.

Homer: You took a twenty-carat diamond and made it gleam Like a big spaghetti dinner, smothered in whip cream!(music starts)CBG: You’re like X-men number three In a Mylar bagSnake: Your a brand new muscle car And all the wheels are magBurns: You make me feel as young As the blood I get from sheepMcCallister: Your like Jaclyn Basset In my favorite film… The DeepMoe: Your sexy and exotic Like a hooker from BalesDr. Hibbert: Or a patient with insurance Who’s crawling with diseaseAll: Your a sundae underneath two great big cherries!Marge: Keep in mind they’re only temporary!All: Still we’d like to say that we are very, very Glad to see youQuimby: And I degree you The hottest thing to hit this city since the fire that killed eleven— (gasp from diners) —dangerous criminals!Diners: Hooray!(music finishes)Homer: And they’re all mine…

Sideshow Bob: I’ve grown accustomed to his face And dreams of gouging out his eyes I’ve grown accustomed to my hate My plans to lacerate To disembowel, to hear him howl The very reason that I live Is plotting how to watch him die!Homer: (spoken) Bart, turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep!Sideshow Bob: I know this chubby scallywag Has made my life a living hell And surely if I drank his blood I’d be at peace… but well?Bart: You’ve grown accustomed to my face.Sideshow Bob: (spoken) This isn’t a duet!Bart: (spoken) Sorry!Sideshow Bob: I’ve grown accustomed to your fear To revenge, accustomed to… your face!